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Race: Spirit
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Job: Wanderer
Series: Dragon Age
OOC: Fayt - GMT - Offline

learn to live

Though he had somehow failed to find this place known as The Welcome Hall upon arriving in Avalon, Cole had certainly heard of it and how it had helped people to adjust to their new lives here. Even if their old live stuck, hopes and dreams, hurts and fears, all of it still so real and fresh in the minds of those that came. Some were happier here, some yearned for the lives they had left behind, and he tried to help where he could. It was only after some time here himself that it occurred to him that maybe he needed help too. He had no home and no money, both of which he was starting to realise he would need to survive. Everyone could see him now, so staying where he was likely to be unwelcome was no longer an option. Also, he had to eat now, his connection to The Fade pretty much severed and no longer able to sustain him. Food needed money, although he had stolen some a few times. Stealing was wrong, but then some people had more than they needed. Besides, he had lost none of his speed and dexterity, able to slip in and out without being seen (provided he removed his rather large hat). Sometimes, but it was getting harder. Colder too.

Not sure what he was even looking for here, never mind who to talk to and how, Cole wondered if he maybe looked around for a little while he would find something. At the very least, it was out of the rain for a while. He didn't know the first thing about having a home or a job, only vague memories of the original Cole's home and family. Even then, that maybe wasn't the best example. The Circle was home to so many, but also a cage, confining them for the sin of being born with magic. It was also where he had died, the real Cole, that is. He himself wasn't dead. Not yet that is. Unless he couldn't find what he was looking for. Thedas was so much easier to live in.

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I've been searching for a way out too, and somebody - Somebody's looking for you
Mara Sov keeps routine because it saves her thoughts from slipping away to the things she does not have. Her people, her home, an endless list of grief she will not allow herself to accept as lost to her. The Welcome Hall is part of that pattern, one whose ulterior motive she doesn't hide well. She checks procedures, fixes flaws, updates methods. And, more importantly, sweeps the refugees for Awoken. It often helps little to ease the pit of loneliness in her chest but she does it, like clockwork. And with just as much precision as time, she leaves in a worse state then she arrives more often than not.

Today, it is a human in a ridiculously large hat that keeps Mara sinking too deep into her misery. He is pale, more so than most, and Mara wonders if he might have slipped the system. Intentionally or otherwise. Perhaps that accounts for his pallor, for the way he shuffles through the hall but never seems to quite get around to getting anything he needs. Her attention deviates as she works, but whenever she looks to the door opening, the boy is still there, still mingling. Still no closer to leaving then he had been the first time she had noticed him.

When he is still there when she's lost count of how many times she's looked up, Mara sets paperwork down and excuses herself from the current conversation. She slips through the room to him, curious and exacerbated by the nearly intentional route the boy takes to avoid assistance. Closer, she knows it is not just the paleness of his skin, not just the odd look about him: he is different. “Do you,” she catches herself before she falls into old habits, before she refers to him as inferior, “need help?” Her head tilts, blinking bright eyes at him. It is her job, she reminds herself, and doing it makes the day pass quicker. It, in no way, helps her to let the system run rampant. The more uniform, the more likely to catch anomalies.

Like this one.


Cole!
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learn to live

Maybe he shouldn't be here, didn't belong here. Not that Cole had ever truly felt he belonged anywhere. Maybe The Herald and the Inquisition? Some of them called him friend, and he them, so maybe that was what it felt like? Not that it was the same here, but then why did he feel so cold when the rest of Avalon was enduring a heatwave? Maybe it wasn't that kind of cold, the kind that could be fixed with a blanket and some shelter. It felt deeper somehow, but it had been a while since he had paid attention to his own thoughts and feelings. He had let go when he remembered what he was, his purpose and why it was so important that he stuck to it. He had almost become a demon, in fact maybe he already was, or had been. There were strong people in this world, with power enough to kill him if need be. He didn't want to die, but he didn't want to become a monster either.

While he had come here for help of some kind, there were two things that soon occurred to him about his intention. One being what exactly was he asking for? He knew what he needed but not how he should say it, which was the second point. He was so used to helping others, without a hope of thanks or even being remembered, that he did not know how to ask for it himself. Nobody had when he had helped them, at least not directly. He could hear them because they needed him. Like the woman who now approached with purpose, pale blue, eyes aglow and starlight in her skin, seeping into her soul, defining her very being. She wasn't human, but maybe had been once, but now an endless grief for those she loves but cannot save. Avalon had taken many from their homes, their lives and loved ones, so sadness and grief weren't exactly new to him. It had kept him rather busy.

Peering from under the brim of his hat, he noted the pause between her words as she tried not to treat him with the contempt that all but hers deserved. He was used to being talked down to, some who remembered him calling him 'it' and 'demon'. It wasn't nice, but he didn't let it hurt him. They were just words.

"I think...yes?", he answered, suddenly not sure just what he was supposed to be doing or thinking. He still wasn't entirely sure what had even brought him here! Still, there were words, and they were out before he could give it much more thought.

"I help the hurt, the helpless, but I'm different here, more like a person than I was. I need to eat, sleep, I didn't before. The old songs sustained me. I can't hear them anymore. I can't help if I'm helpless but...the asking is...hard.", he blurted out, somehow managing to keep from sounding too frantic and keeping to short, controlled sentences. At least, until he began to falter at the end, but hopefully, she could make sense of his ramblings. Maybe. She wasn't Solas. He understood. Would he have understood this world? He supposed it didn't matter. He was alone here and didn't know how to be what he needed to be to survive here.

for Mara Sov

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I've been searching for a way out too, and somebody - Somebody's looking for you
Hers is a world of duality. Light and Dark that flow from one end of the spectrum to the next. The Guardians may preach their light is pure, may instill it in their people, but Mara knows that what they do is destroy. Their light does not build. The Fallen and Cabal construct their Houses and their Empires on their false truths. On righteousness gone wrong. And too her people have their songs, a purity, a blessing reserved only for themselves, but so too do the Hive sing their rituals to summon their iniquity. When Cole speaks of things she does not know, Mara is unsure how to take his words any way but objectively. She can find solace at least in the fact that he is more human than any other race from her home. That he, perhaps, would sing songs like her people did and not as the Hive shriek.

She focuses instead on what she can know. That when he speaks, it seems as if it is a struggle in itself. The words fluctuate, emphasize in strange places. A rhythm set and almost intentionally broken. Riddles. Half truths or simple half knowing. There is something. Off about him. He is not human. It whispers from him like a secret but Mara does not press to find the truth behind the insight.

Instead, she nods, a single short bob of her head. His final words emit an emotion she knows very well "It is," she contests after a moment. It is an effort to ease him. She does not know how it feels to him, but she knows very well how asking for help leaves a sour taste on her tongue. It was rare when she needed to do so before. But in Avalon, where everything was broken, unknown, she found herself forced to ask often. She does not enjoy the not knowing. "You do not need to ask me." It was her job to assist him regardless, but now it is a personal curiosity that binds her to him. She could, after all, very easily shove him off onto one of the Welcome Hall employees and be done with him. He would not be the first.

Mara evaluates his words. Makes new connections. He is pale, even shaped like a human. "When was the last time you ate?" She asks. Her voice too holds a cadence, a lilt that beckons. Unlike his, it does not stutter, does not hesitate. She is assured even questioning. The boy needed to eat where he did not before: had he done so up until now? Or did he simply know he had to? He seems a little scattered, confused, but perhaps he was more confident when he wasn't so lost. She remembers her own hesitance at eating what had been offered in the cage of Avalon. How it had made her sick. She does not wait for an answer. "Come." Pivoting on her heel, she waves a hand toward the back wall to indicate where she means to take him.

It is the only respite she gives him before she heads there herself, watching to make sure he follows. Food lines the tables. Not a full meal, but something to sustain him. Perhaps it would keep him alive. Perhaps it would simply put color in his face. "It is all safe," she adds, almost an afterthought, as she watches him.


Cole
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learn to live

The woman with the glowing eyes listened patiently, no doubt having little understanding of his words. Even if she did, the words came too fast, too much. Though his own thoughts were getting louder, he could see the struggle within, a light that didn't heal or help, but conquered and betrayed. Her people sang a song so beautiful he could almost make it out, but it was drowned out, something dark, shrieks that instilled terror in many.

For now, it was probably best to focus on the fact that he was the one who maybe needed help right now. He didn't know how to blend in when he could be seen, live in a world that wasn't his familiar, safe. Thedas had been difficult enough at times, but here he had to learn all over again. At least the woman agreed with the words he spoke that did make some kind of sense. Asking was hard. Some people didn't like asking for help, even when they needed it. Especially when they needed it, the words tasting like ashes in their mouths. He couldn't taste his words, but most of what he spoke came from confusion and a general lack of understanding of how a normal person in this world sustained themselves. He helped, but had never asked for any for himself. In The Spire, he had been alone, confused, not knowing what he was and what he should do. Rhys had helped him, without asking. He helped him back, but in the end he turned away. The Herald had not, but by then he had remembered what he was, taught himself to be that way and less like the scared young man who thought killing was the best way to help.

The woman before him now spoke with concern, patient and kind, though he sensed that she was curious about him. He was curious about her too. She shined like The Herald, but brighter still, born anew as something else, something greater. She said he didn't need to ask her for help. Good. He didn't know how.

"Oh...thank you", he spoke with a hint of relief as she then seemed to visually appraise him. He cocked his head as she then asked when the last time he ate was. Oh, was that why she looking at him? She thought he looked hungry? When had he eaten last anyway? Normally, he stole what he could. He knew it was wrong, but no one was going to starve because he needed to eat. He made sure of that, tried anyway.

[color=#cc5200]"I didn't need to before, but now it's hard to find."[color]. He spoke. It would be rather ironic if he met his end here in Avalon in the same way as the real Cole died alone and forgotten in a dungeon cell. Not that such irony would occur to him, but the thought at least did cross his mind.

'Come', the woman bade, and he followed, knowing that she couldn't help if he wasn't there. In the back room where she led him, food lined the tables, not enough to make a meal, but it would loosen the knot he felt in his belly. It was growling again too. He'd already told it to be quiet, but it didn't listen.

He hesitated for a moment as he was invited to eat, seeing in her head how it had made her sick. He had yet to be sick off anything he had eaten since coming here. She said it was safe, but still there were things he didn't recognise, know as safe. Still, he was hungry and he knew she was telling the truth. Maybe it would be good.

for Mara Sov

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I've been searching for a way out too, and somebody - Somebody's looking for you
Integration was easy for most refuges of Avalon. But most of them knew how to keep themselves alive. Where could he come from, that he did not need to eat? Some midspace like The Veil? But what would that make him? There is something in the words. Some cold shudder of hidden insight Mara cannot know, not unless she pries. And she can feel him prying back, a knowledge that keeps her from pressing any further herself. There is a discomfort in being read, made worse so far from home. The last she had suffered was Oryx, the particles from his ship, those last moments before her world had come to an end and Avalon had begun. It is not a friendly reminder but Mara is not unstable enough now to take it out on this boy. A hundred questions – if, why, how – and a hundred, thousand more lives – her paladins and soldiers and Techeuns. But her noopathy is singular here: should the boy hurt her, she is the only one that will suffer.

There should be comfort in that. But it is just as cold as everything else.

“Eat,” she directs. It is not an order, not quite, because Mara will not force the subject. If he does not eat, he will only hurt himself. She has made peace with sustenance at the very least. Necessities like housing she cannot call a home, clothing she is unfamiliar with, food that is unbearably rich: the things that will keep her alive as she continues her data mine for answers. Mara is not fool enough to kill herself because she forgot a meal or weak enough to do it on purpose. She has resolved to help them, these people that are not her own, but that does mean she will waste her time on those unwilling to help themselves. Her benevolence only goes so far.

Had he been Awoken, she may have eaten with him. Proven her words of promised safety with her actions. But she is neither hungry nor obligated to this boy. Instead, she evaluates him unabashed. That sliver in the vast difference between him and her, between the new refugees and the old ones that try to assimilate them, that sliver in all that expanse that felt the same. The words are on the tip of her tongue, offered even in this foreign space, but Mara cannot find them, taunted by the familiarity that scrapes and does not quite fit the models she left behind.

There are questions she should ask him. A script of the Welcome Hall to start him down the path of calling Avalon home. His name, where he was from, what he was. They are questions she will ask, but she dances around them. Tests. “You are a friction,” she says. Tries to find the words that mean the same. Tries not to say too little and refuses to say too much. Human. Somewhere. But also no more. She too human, once, a long, long time ago, a chapter of the Maraid unwritten, forgotten when Starlight and Darkness molded her from the stars.

He is not of the same light as she. But no one ever is.


Cole; sorry for the wait!
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Once directed to eat, Cole did so, rather tentatively as he had since coming to Avalon. Having to eat was such a new sensation to him, a million and one forgotten feelings, both physical and otherwise as he did so. He had eaten when he had thought he was human, before he remembered, but that had been a necessity. Like now, but some...some ate because they liked the taste of something. It made them feel better, brought them comfort even if they did not need the extra nutrition. They worried about getting fat, eating to much because they liked how it made them feel. One day, perhaps he too would understand. There was so much he did not know, but he could learn! Before, he helped. He still helped, but now he learned too. Avalon wasn't like Thedas, or The Fade or anywhere he could ever remember being. Not that he remembered much of being in The Fade.

Unperturbed but curious about the fact that it seemed as if the woman somehow knew that he was trying to read her, From what he could gather, this was all new for her too. She necessity, the burden of trying to keep the ones she loved safe. she had made peace with the unfamiliar of Avalon, sustenance that was too rich, a home that wasn't hers, searching for a way home and back to those who needed her. He felt somewhat the same, but maybe The Inquisition were better off without a demon in their midst. He wanted to help, but he wasn't the best at thinking ahead. If he were bound, he would no longer be him, but a monster, a dangerous demon. Maybe this was better? Still, he didn't want to die, and he had to learn to help himself too. He was different here. That was why he had come to The Welcome Hall in the first place. They helped, right?

After a long pause as he gingerly nibbled on a slice of bread,, the silence was broken by the woman's words. 'You are a friction', she spoke, curious, wanting to ask questions but at the same time not wanting. Somehow, she felt that they were at least similar. He could feel it too, but she wasn't a demon, nor a spirit.

"Yes, I'm different. I'm not like the others. I made myself real, gave myself a body so that I remembered. He shouldn't have died,", he spoke thoughtfully as he examined a strange pastry like food. "You're different too, shining, like a sunrise, awoken, new, so bright, but past it...there was something else once, but forgotten, changed, molded from starlight and darkness. You understand more, became more. They called you queen. You tried to keep them safe."

for Mara Sov

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I've been searching for a way out too, and somebody - Somebody's looking for you
Her head tilts in silent approval when he eats. A minor success, one she does not try to interrupt. It was difficult enough to explain to many refugees what had happened to them, a phenomenon they did not understand themselves. To add in a complication like a trip to the hospital from fainting or starvation tended to make things more challenging. She is starting to lose focus, scanning for an empty attendant to fill in for her when he answers her question. Her attention shifts back and she mulls over the cryptic speech. A dead man to give him a body? That would explain one of the many questions she has, if only by opening more questions. He, however, does not stop, does not give her time to question him. He speaks again and catches her off guard, a sting in her throat that she swallows down as her shoulders stiffen.

Tried. She is angry for half a heartbeat. Angry that he had slid a knife so deeply without any effort, without even knowing her name. But he knows what she is, even if the name was merely an accident. But he is attuned to something. Perhaps death and Mara forces her exhale to be even when she remembers to complete it. She does not look away, easing the steel out of her expression. Tries to focus on what he's said, not what she feels, not the strings he's loosened from her core. A sunrise ... She has been called worse things. "Non-people," they liked to say as they tore off the limbs of their own brethren. The opinions of unloyal savages like the Fallen mattered very little. "Awoken," she repeats, soft. She nods once, her eyes no longer cold. "That is what we call ourselves."

It is the first time she has heard their name without saying it herself. A pocket of hope she knows is ill-placed, she knows is an accident, she knows is dangerous. Tried. What insight was he privy to? Her eyes narrow slightly. "What are you?"


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As soon as the words left him, Cole felt something that he wasn't sure he had ever felt before, something new. He shouldn't have said that, at least not the way he had. Once over, he could have made her forget tried again when he said it wrong. Not here, not any more. The words had stung, cut into her very being like a knife, sharp and twisting, a flash of anger, like white hot pain. He helped, but instead he had hurt her, memories bubbling to the surface that should have remained buried. Or should they? Sometimes, hidden pain was the worst, a knot that he tried to untangle to heal the pain. Sometimes though, the rope was fragile, broken, torn, easy to break. He felt bad, but not in a way he had before. At least, not since he had embraced his true self.

Awoken...so that was the name of her people, or at least what they were now. That explained why the name was bouncing around in her head. Since his accidental faux pas, his own thoughts had grown louder and he couldn't hear hers so well. Maybe later, when the knives stuck less.

What are you...there was the inevitable question that often came when others took note of his odd behaviour and inhuman foresight. He had already hesitated in his eating, even though he felt much better for doing so.

"I'm Cole, a spirit. Some say demon, but I'm trying not to be. I hear, heal and help, but sometimes I tug at the tangle, try to loosen the pearl of pain, but it catches, tears. Sometimes I say it wrong and it hurts more. It might help later, but I shouldn't have said it like that." Yes, that was the feeling. Guilt. He'd heard it when he listened to others, but experiencing it himself was new. Was he returning to the man he was back at the Spire? The thought frightened him, but he knew that he had learned since then. Besides, there were plenty of people here who could stop him if he became that again.

Examining the bread roll in his hand, he was reminded that he should eat. It wasn't as of he had to pay, though he should leave for some for others. Not that he could eat much anyway, having been used to sustaining himself more like a Spirit. Now that he was eating food again, it was new but he shouldn't eat to much. It didn't always want to stay there.

for Mara Sov

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I've been searching for a way out too, and somebody - Somebody's looking for you
Mara has recovered from the unintentional wounds he had delivered when he answers her question. She resets, listens without judgment. Calculated but cool. She has not found her Calm, not today - not yesterday for that matter - but she is hyper-aware of the ground underneath her feet, the gravity that pulls at her limbs. Tells herself that grounded is not always literal, even as the dirt shifts under her feet.

Cole. A spirit. It makes sense when it is said aloud, though she does not know if she would have made a guess so extreme unless she had dug into his head to find it. He is open, an honesty she is not prepared for: Mara feels no reason to dig for answers when she can simply ask. His words are painfully true. Despite how adequately they describe only moments before, Mara understands they are not only for her. It is in the way he moves, speaks, observes. The reason she had been drawn to him to begin with. He is connected to an insight like she is. Only his is at the expense of being far more disconnected to everything else. Her own observations click together when she places "spirit" to them.

He is trying to imitate life.

There are different words in the Veil, but she understands what he is. Perhaps not the physicality of him, but she has spoken with many ghosts before him. Stood in memories of the world long before her own time. Encroached on time that would come after her. She has seen ghosts of man and beast. She has seen every subset and for all the things she can know about Cole, there are a hundred thousand more she cannot. He does not feel barbaric. He does not feel like a threat. He does not feel like a crouching danger biding time.

His words solidify the aura he exudes. Compassion, even if his words were misplaced. Regret in his tone, the words he had already said, the cuts he had already inflicted. He is confused. He is lost. She understands that very well.

"My name is Mara Sov." She says, knowing she has yet to introduce herself, but unsure if it is necessary. She studies him before turning away to find the water cooler on the end of the table behind her. She lifts a fresh cup and fills it. Turning back, she sets the cup on the table for him. He has been eating a lot of bread. Thirst would kill him before starvation. "You are in Avalon now. Do you know where you came from?" A pause. "How you came here?" A standard question, though her selfishness bleeds through. How to go back?


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